Some people find God in church. I found mine next to the Bibigo Chicken and Vegetable Mini Wantons. It was 9:13 p.m. on a Monday. I was wearing socks that looked like Swiss cheese by way of poor life choices and a hoodie I borrowed from my boyfriend before we moved out for summer—four days… Continue reading The Existential Crisis I Had in the Publix Freezer Aisle
Author: Anna
maybe i’m not trying either
there’s this one scene in the devil wears prada—andy’s unraveling in the break room, her hair a mess, coat still on, eyes wide with the weight of it all. she says she’s trying. she says it’s impossible. and nigel, calm and cruel in the way only truth can be, tells her: “andy, be serious. you’re… Continue reading maybe i’m not trying either
The Therapy Vending Machine
I dreamt last night that I was sobbing into a vending machine. It was the kind with those spiralled coils that slowly eject your selection like it’s doing you a favour. In the dream, I kept pressing B6—over and over. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. But I was sure the… Continue reading The Therapy Vending Machine
He’s Never Going to Break My Heart
The bartender glanced her way occasionally, as if gauging whether to decline her of yet another round. Her glass was nearly empty, the ice melting into a puddle at the bottom, the amber liquid diluted but still potent enough to blur the edges of the world. She had come here to forget, though she wasn’t… Continue reading He’s Never Going to Break My Heart
summertime sadness
last cup noodle in my hand, i microwave matheson water for one, i’m making makeshift dinners on the floor, but summer’s only just begun. my heart, a tangled noodle, soaked in salty tears, you’re the flavor packet, missing from my meal. holding onto you on lime scooters, i had no fears. now… Continue reading summertime sadness
The Missing Puzzle Piece: Neuralink’s Erasure Trials
Prologue Maya observed an ice cube, adrift in her steaming cup of coffee, as it began to fracture. The steam wafted up, fogging her glasses, as she watched the ice surrender to the heat. The cracks spread through the cube, tracing paths like the scars of a battle waged against the searing liquid. With a… Continue reading The Missing Puzzle Piece: Neuralink’s Erasure Trials
The Price of Identity: The Role of Consumerism in Shaping Self
Ninety-eight dollars buy you not just a pair of Lululemon leggings. They encapsulate an aspirational lifestyle–you are better, you take care of yourself. They are plastered to your skin like a badge of distinction for your dedication to wellness. They sculpt your identity better than they sculpt your ass. They are a status symbol. You… Continue reading The Price of Identity: The Role of Consumerism in Shaping Self
In Defence of the Tourist: The Paradox of ‘Authentic Travel’ in the Age of Commercialisation
In a world where the pursuit of “authentic travel” has become a coveted badge of honour, being a tourist comes with a sense of shame. The commercialisation of tourism has birthed an industry that promises curated adventure—an oxymoron that has us believing that discovery can be neatly packaged and pre-arranged. Handheld exploration through guided tours… Continue reading In Defence of the Tourist: The Paradox of ‘Authentic Travel’ in the Age of Commercialisation
Visual Diary of My Semester in Europe
Home Is Where I Am
Home is where I am. It’s the place I inhabit. Call me shallow—home moves with me. It’s really not that deep. We constantly project ourselves onto our surroundings and what I see around me becomes home to me. The cold is now home. Bright orange is home. Cora is home. Metz is home. In the… Continue reading Home Is Where I Am